Secrets, magic and wonders
are abundant in nature.
Does anyone know who designs
the dazzling priceless diamond
deep down the earth’s mantle?
Hidden in a woman’s heart
there is no greater secret than love;
who shapes, can anybody guess,
the tear into lovely pearl
in the eye of the oyster?
In the marvel of the Taj
has anyone ever kept a count
of the royal tears that have flown
to be part of the crests and troughs
of the ripples of the river that is passing by?
The secret joys of the flowers
knows only the butterfly,
the secret dreams of the night sky
knows only the moon,
do you know,
my ancient thirst awaits your monsoon?
